I love it.
I run long distances and the wind blowing through my hair makes me at peace in the world. As I balance my breath in the dense air, I can feel energy gaining command. There's nothing more satisfying than pushing myself to the limit and running as far, as fast and as long as I can.
Did I sound like I was serious?
You clearly haven't gotten to know me well enough yet, imaginary internet alien people.
ESPECIALLY the "balance my breath part".
This has been an issue that has practically killed Jake of an asthma attack in the past two days and has left me a glistening cherry who is smiling of asphyxiation.
I don't feel like I'm holding my breath when I run and being a former swimmer extraordinaire, I thought I had a good grasp on BREATHING. Especially since I've been doing it all my life. According to Jake, so has he.
Then why can't we manage to get through our second mile without suffocation in a wealth of sweat and tears?
The Fitness Motivator has a fittingly motivating article that I can't sum up better than it itself here.
Many articles share this one's opinions of doing breathing exercises pre-run and also creating some sort of rhythm, either to music or to cadences. Jake and I also have talked about maybe yoga and I have thought about getting up to stop skipping kickboxing twice a week.
eHow.com also gives some tips, one of which includes not forgetting to breathe.
That one may be a little tough for me. Truthfully, I do sometimes have to FORCE myself to focus on providing oxygen to the ol' body operators.
Overall, I think my main focus needs to be stretching, breathing techniques, and, oh yea, running.
Today wasn't horribile, though, despite the lung induced death Jake seemed to be going through.
We've been running a lot easier without complaining and running faster, which is crazy amazing.
We're still not running a full two miles, but I anticipate to succeed soon sailor.
Tomorrow will have VERY exciting news! Be prepared imaginaries!
Gotta Run,
Brooke
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